Episode 177
EPISODE 177
SNAFU
Sebastian
I knock on Emily’s door. My clothes are damp and full of sand. I need a shower. I need so many things.
Beginning with the woman on the other side of this door.
When she opens the door wearing nothing but a towel, her blond hair in wet waves around her shoulders, all I can say is, “Emily.”
“What do you want?” she demands in that uppity accent that makes me go insane.
“Easy, Emily. I want you .”
She swallows. “I...uh... We just had sex, Sebastian. What the hell else could you possibly want?”
I walk into her room without an invitation. “Tell me,” I say, gazing into her gorgeous blue eyes. “You said you didn’t want to choose Alex last night. Who did you want to choose, Emily? Who?”
She backs away, the look on her face one of... I’m not sure. She’s not frightened, by any means, but she’s...apprehensive?
Hell. Did I just make a huge-ass mistake ?
Not according to my cock. It’s hard for her again. Hard to be inside that tight little English cunt.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that fuck, Emily,” I say.
“I’m not telling you that.” She secures the robe above her breasts.
“I’ve been with Ariel, with Heather, with June. None of them compares to you, my English rose.”
It’s not a lie. Not really. They were all great. But did I enjoy Emily more than I enjoyed Heather?
That’s probably a tossup. Heather is one hot little fuck.
But something about Emily has me going. Is she just in the right place at the right time?
Or is something more brewing?
Hell if I know, but I’d like to find out.
“I’ll go if you tell me to go,” I say, taking another step toward her. “But know this. I’ve wanted you since the first night. You know that.”
“You avoided me like the plague after the first night,” she says, turning her full lips into a luscious scowl.
“But you noticed.” I retort, inching closer to her. “You noticed every time I looked away, every time I chose someone else to dance with, to drink with.”
She hesitates before nodding, the towel clinging tightly to her. “But that was before,” she says.
I move forward another step. The energy between us is thick and palpable.
“Before what?” I ask.
She doesn’t respond.
“When I want something, I fight for it. And I want you, Emily.”
She reaches a hand out to stop me from grabbing her .
But she’s too late. My mouth is on hers, and the towel around her body is tumbling to the floor.
Her protests are quickly swallowed by the heat of my kiss. I claim her lips, leaving no room for argument. Her taste is a sweet contradiction—the crisp mint of mouthwash with the spice of our wine from dinner.
She tries to resist me, but it’s futile. I roam my hands over her skin, tracing every curve and dip with a sense of urgency. Her soft gasps echo in my ears, fueling a desire that has been simmering since the day I first laid eyes on her.
“Sebastian,” she breathes as I trail kisses down her neck, “This isn’t right.”
“Why not?” I nip at her skin.
She flinches and clutches at me, fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Don’t be afraid,” I say.
But I regret the words a second later. Emily is not afraid. I’m not sure Emily has ever been afraid of a man in her life.
“I’m not afraid,” she snaps, cheeks flushed with indignation.
“Then what is it?” I ask. “You can’t deny the heat between us. You want me as much as I want you. It’s clear.”
“What the hell does want have to do with anything?” she demands. “I made a mistake tonight, Sebastian. I’m attracted to you. I think that’s bloody obvious. But I...”
“What?” I rain kisses over her bare shoulder as I cup her gorgeous breasts and thumb her nipples.
“But I can’t,” she grits out, her voice catching on the last word. “This... Us... It’s not right, Sebastian.”
“Not right?” I lean down and flick my tongue over a hard nipple .
“Oh, God...” she moans. “You’re confusing me and I... I don’t do confusion well. It’s not me.”
I drop my hands to my sides as her words unravel the heat spiraling between us. She’s panicking. I can see it in the way she flutters about, trying to grab her discarded towel.
“Emily—”
“No!” She steps back, a hint of pleading coloring her words.
“You said it yourself. You’ve been with Heather, Ariel, June. I don’t want to be one of many, and before you start telling me that’s what this event was all about, just don’t. I know you must get to know all of us. We were supposed to do the same, but it didn’t work that way for me. I... I found something I didn’t even know I wanted.”
“What did you find?” I ask.
“Oh, I don’t know. Let’s just say I found something that, so far, isn’t being returned.”
What the fuck is she talking about?
All I know is I have a hard cock and she has a tight pussy and I’d like to put two and two together right about now.
“Tell me what you need,” I say. “Maybe I can return it.”
“For the love of God, you can’t even see what’s right in front of your face, can you?”
I take a step backward. “Apparently not. Want to enlighten me?”
“I’m in love with someone else, Sebastian. I’ve fallen hard. I never meant to. I came here for... Oh, that’s not even important right now. But I’ve fallen in love. And I’m afraid my feelings aren’t returned. I thought I could drown in you, at least for a bit. But it didn’t work. You were wonderful, and it was lovely, but now all I feel is bloody guilt.”
Guilt ?
Great.
This is all so fucked up.
Snafu.
Situation normal all fucked up.
Except nothing about this situation has ever been normal.
I turn, walk out of Emily’s room, slamming the door behind me.
“Sebastian!” Evangeline stops in my path.
“Your suite, Evie,” I say. “Now.”